The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1887-04-23

cinating. with diamond-like eyes. like
the Florence OF long ago; but whether
she, too, was false, only time would
tell.
She was at least true to her word;
she asked only home, and she had
gotten H.
She secured pupils, and gave lessons
in drawing and painting, and soon
won her tiny share Of fame.
She became a general fayorite, too,
for she had pleasant word or a smil-
ing glance from those wonderful violet
eyes for every one.
She took deep interest in Burton
Hill, where she found so many memen-
toes of her dead, reverenced mother.
In the art gallery, seldom entered
now, hung that mothers picture, away
from the rest of the Burton's. of whose
faces Roy's pleased jeanne best. There
was something in the brilliant, proud.
and yet kindly brown eyes that made
her pity him.
He had loved her mother, and she
lJeanie always sighed here) had be-
trayed his love.
The old wound in Jeanette Bur
toms heart had healed, and Harry was
utterly forgotten in the deep, womanly
love which, in her maturer years, she
gave TO Capt. Wittmore. He, grave
man of 40, loved her as a man only
once loves, and his heart warmed as he
read her letter asking him TO come to
Burton Hill, and telling him of it's new
inmate, Jeanie Moore, and yet he
shivered
When he met the girl he seemed
nervous, and his face paled as he
looked into the bright eyes and took
one little hand.
$50 you are jeanne Moore?" h said.
Eyes"
jeanne faltered, with flushed cheeks
and downcast eyes, which did not es-
cape Miss Burton's notice.
"Here are some views that arrived
yesterday from Scotland, Laurence
she remarked. "If you will come in
to the parlor you can see them in a
good light"
81 mean TO try the picture" the girl
whispered, when they left her alone.
"Roy Burtons eyes would look lovely
sad, and must try il. But why did
he come here? | thought he meant to
stay in France, where he was when we
knew him. Well, it can not matter"
But she found it did matter, when 1t
was too late.
Capt. Wittmore watched Jeanne
more than half the time, and talked TO
her, il seemed, the other half.
Miss Burton grew anxious. Had not
Florence taken Harry from her? Was
il Just for her child TO win Laurence
Whttmore? No, moi Heaven was
unkind 90 her
IL was dark, stormy night in No
vember, the third month of Jeanies
stay at Burton Hill. They had been
sitting in the library, jeanne apart
from the others, painting on head Of
the watch dog Hero, and Capt. Whit
more and Miss Burton talking easily,
and little conidentially, until the
latter was called away.
When she returned, somo fifteen
minutes later, she found the captain
bending over Jeanne, who had risen,
both Of her hands clasped in his.
"Jeanie, you will never tell herr"
he was saying; and Miss Burton stop
ped.
NO; i will be true to YOU" was the
answer, bravely given. "And she,
dear, good Miss Burton, will never,
never know"
"She does know exclaimed the lis
tener, entering with square piece OF
canvas in her hands. "You are false,
too, Jeanette Moorel False as Florence
herselfl And now | ask you 10 ex-
plain this"
She turned the canvas toward them
and disclosed a picture "a scene ia
miliar TO them all-the lawn at Burton
Hill, and three figures there Miss
Jeannette's father with paper in his
hands. his head bowed with grief she
herself kneeling, with her piteous face
lifted TO the sky, while Roy stood at a
distance. calm and white, with terri
bic agony in his brown eyes. This was
Jeanie's idea of how they had looked
ON that dreadful morning, twenty
years before. and she had written. In
tender, girlish pity,"Gloria's Desertion"
in one corner.
"You painted itY'
"Yes," Jeanne found voice TO reply.
"You are false Go me 60 ALL Now
take this vile thing and leave my housed
You are to wait for nothing 30 inn
mediatelyl win you stand aside,
Laurenceg"